His name was Hans, a junior officer in training; the product of wealthy parents who bought favour as so many other parents had in being rich and influ...ential members of society that enabled him to skip over many of the hardships of infantry boot camp after excelling in the private military academy's 'silver spoon' Officer's Program. He hated his years there. Daring to further say that he hated the Nazi party as well and everything they stood for but had no choice in the matter other than to go. I guess he did too because in the morning I woke to feel him stirring under me. That was when I discovered we were a little stuck. His dick was still inside me and had dried in place. Oh, this was going to hurt. He woke and opened his eyes to find me staring back at him. "Well, however did we get like this?" I said in a teasing manner."I can think of several ways." He pushed me up into a sitting position, making me groan. "But the question should be how do we get out of it? I didn't know you. “You wanna come see a movie with me this Sunday?”“Yeah, yeah I would like that,” Michelle responded. Her blue eyes lit up with excitement and her luscious, red lips parted into a smile. I got her number and then watched her blonde curls and tight ass bounce off into the next classroom. I sighed. I wanted to fuck her so much, but I knew it most likely was never gonna happen. I’m short, 5’7, and I’m 19. I weigh in at 150 lbs. Nothing special. Except, I’m starting quarterback for the undefeated. The young man approached under my glare of hatred and condemnation. He slid his helmet from his head revealing a shock of short blond hair matted with sweat. He ruffled a dirty hand through it as he cast about the room. He took up an old headscarf, one that had once belonged to my mother, and knelt before me. He dabbed and wiped at the carnal residue high up on my thighs. I turned my head away. I sensed the delicate touch of the cloth briefly against the ruined place between my legs. He then.